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Saturday Wrap-Up

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What. A. Saturday.

Let’s not bury the lede: Rory McIlroy has arrived. 

And not just arrived—he’s kicked the front door down and double-eagled his way into a 2-shot lead at 12-under-par, carding a magnificent 66 (for the second day in a row) that featured two eagles—on No. 2 and No. 15—plus four birdies and a couple of “meh” bogeys just to keep the rest of the field from crying.

Bryson DeChambeau, who shot a 69, played the final stretch with more focus than that time I accidentally took three Adderalls in one morning—birdieing 3 of his last 4 holes to climb to 10-under.

Justin Rose looked like he replaced his putter with a Shake Weight. After a dazzling Thursday and Friday, He stumbled to a +3 (75) and fell to 5-under for the tournament—seven strokes off the lead.

Tomorrow, we get something the golf gods themselves must’ve dreamed up: Bryson and Rory paired together in the final group on Sunday... for the first time ever. Hold on to your pimento cheese sammies, folks. This is gonna be spicy.

With the two longest hitters in the field facing off in a final showdown that will have more bombs than a Gaza Strip bachelor party sponsored by Four Loko.

Other Movers:

• Corey Conners quietly remains a problem at -8, just lurking like a polite Canadian shark.

• Patrick Reed, aka Captain America, finished birdie-birdie to climb into a tie for 4th, which is frankly the most likable thing he’s done in years.

• Zach Johnson found something out there today. It might’ve been an old Titleist. Or his swing. Either way, a sizzling 66 moved him into T10. Unfortunately, for him, he’s still a massive tool.

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💰 Pool Update:

Move Over Helene, Hurricane Hayley Is Barreling Through

Remember when we said it was anyone’s pool? That was adorable.

Hayley Ulmer Painter — yes, my darling sister — blew up the leaderboard like a CAT 5 storm. She sits at -46, a full seven strokes ahead of Kyle Strowe. That’s not luck — that’s a masterclass in Masters sorcery.

Let’s be clear:

• All three of Hayley’s entries are in the top 15.

• Her top 6 golfers in her leading lineup? They are literally the top 6 on the real leaderboard.

Hayley, I say this as your brother: I’m deeply suspicious and slightly proud. You’ve either made a deal with the devil, or you've become him. Everyone should start filling sandbags A.S.A. effing P.

Tomorrow’s Finale Is Set:

Hayley trying to hold off the field while Juicy John pretends to be interested in the RBC Heritage next week.

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⛳ Today’s Round: From Glassy With Grit

While the boys were slinging birdies in Georgia, Bryn, Loudon, Dillon and I took to the mountains for a frigid 8:30 tee time at the Cliffs at Glassy. We battled 25 mph winds, a 32º wind chill, and the kind of emotional breakdowns only provoked by snap hooks off mountaintop tee boxes. Collectively, we lost more balls than an entire army of The Unsullied.

Desperate times called for hug and chug therapy — Transfusions became our emotional support beverage as we leaned into each other (literally) just to stay warm. Dillon and Loudon claimed the low round, but we all left with windburn and the kind of trauma that bonds men for life.

Upon returning home, Indigo was incredibly compassionate:

“Oooh, a cold morning on Glassy, huh? Cute. I stayed home and didn’t $hit on the rug. We all made sacrifices."

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🎤 Live Interview: John Daly, From Under the Awning of the RV

We caught up with Big John Daly — wearing a camouflage Hooters hoodie and crocs — he’s finally come up for air and is taking questions from the media (me).

Jim Nantz: JD, thanks for joining us. How are you feeling after Round 3?

John Daly: Well Jimmy, I’m three double Bloody Mary’s deep, four Marlboros wide, and I just hit a ball off a pierced nipple. I feel phenomenal.

Nantz: What are your thoughts on Rory vs. Bryson tomorrow?

Daly: Bryson’s stacked like a protein powder subscription and Rory’s built like a pint of Guinness. I love ‘em both. Gimme fireworks. Gimme shanks. Gimme drama. And gimme one of those peach ice cream sandwiches while you're at it.

Nantz: Who’s your pick to win?

Daly: Whoever buys me the next drink.

Nantz: I’ll tell you what –– I get off after this spot. We can hit up the Crow’s Nest mini bar. My treat.

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One more day to go, folks. We’ll be back tomorrow for the grand finale. Get your Advil and hydration stations ready. It’s Rory. It’s Bryson. It’s Augusta. And it’s going to be insane.

Until then, keep your shots straight, your payment status “Paid,” and your OOBĒ quarter-zips zipped up tight. (I’m looking at you, Mr. Solomon and Mr. Bollinger – Pay up.)

For CBS Sports, I'm Jim Nantz. Sleep well.